Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 652: The Monkey King goes out to sea and travels to Dongzhou
Flower-Fruit Mountain.
A lone boat drifts in the vast blue ocean.
The Monkey King bid farewell to the other monkeys in the mountains and embarked on a journey to seek the truth.
On the red cliff, Wu Zhiji looked out at the vast ocean. He saw the wind stirring, and the lone boat drifting towards the southern continent. He shook his head and said, "That won't do. The Lord is still waiting for you in the East Continent!"
Wu Zhiji used a magic spell to summon the wind from the sky, changing the direction of the boat, and the boat headed straight for Dongzhou.
"Fellow Daoist, isn't this against the rules?"
The void began to fluctuate, and Dragon King Ao Guang walked out. He looked at the raft floating towards Dongzhou in the sea and shook his head slightly.
"We're all going to enter the human world anyway, so where does it matter?"
Wu Zhiji grinned and smiled: "Besides, I am only doing what the Lord ordered. If the Western Cult Master informed the Dragon King and the Dragon King feels bad, he can use this sentence to explain it!"
Ao Guang readily agreed: "That's right."
Then he changed the subject.
"But the rules still need to be followed!" Ao Guang looked at Wu Zhiji with a smile on his face. "If there's any tampering in the East China Sea, fellow Daoist knows what to do."
"It was just one time!"
Wu Zhiji shrugged, not surprised at all: "It's a good opportunity to stretch my muscles."
Five hundred years have passed since the war between the two worlds ended. There have been no major battles, but small battles have continued. A powerful being like him has no chance of ending up anywhere.
"Great!" Ao Guang clapped his hands.
A young man appeared, his aura sometimes as majestic as a mountain, sometimes as graceful and agile. Holding a jade fan, he politely bowed to Wu Zhiji, "Yu Jiao greets fellow Daoist!"
Wu Zhiji raised his eyebrows: "The Seven Azure Dragons, the Jiaomu Jiao clan ?"
“Good eyesight!”
Yu Jiao opened his folding fan and shook it gently, with a smile on his face: "Today is my turn to return to the Dragon Clan's War Department, so I'll meet you for a while, fellow Daoist!"
"good!"
Wu Zhiji didn't waste any words. He opened his golden eyes, shining like lightning. Endless clouds and water vapor gathered from the eight poles of heaven and earth, and thunder roared continuously.
boom !
An iron rod like a jade pillar reaching the sky was pulled out from the void, and a bloody wind blew and a bloody rain poured down, and a terrifying and unreasonable evil spirit spread.
The jade dragon gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and three thousand streams of light rose up and gathered into a galaxy. Suddenly, it swung its tail like a blue dragon, dispersing the endless clouds.
"Go to the sky!"
He moved gracefully and ascended to heaven.
The giant ape, as huge as a mountain, gave chase.
"This kid Yu Jiao's time in Heaven was not in vain!"
Ao Guang looked at the white jade dragon with immortal energy in the sky and smiled with satisfaction.
He then turned his attention to the raft in the sea.
"When a virtuous neighbor travels far away, how can I not send him off with a gift?"
Ao Guang waved his sleeves, the east wind suddenly rose, the ocean currents changed, and the Monkey King had a smooth journey and arrived at the territory of Dongsheng Shenzhou.
He stripped off the clothes of an unlucky man, put them on himself, and swayed through the streets. He learned the etiquette and language of the people in the city, ate breakfast and slept at night. After eight or nine years, he arrived at Mengcheng in Song State without realizing it.
Rumble~~
The three thousand chariots of Confucianism are galloping from the horizon, mighty and powerful!
When the Lord of Mengcheng saw this, he turned pale with fear.
"Our Song State has always been friendly with its neighbors. What country's army is this, and why are they attacking Mengcheng?"
Mengcheng is not a border city of the Song State, but it would be strange if the defenders of Mengcheng did not panic when such a large army suddenly appeared before them.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
"Open the city defense formation!"
The city lord was shocked and angry. He offered the seal and asked his deputy general to call for reinforcements.
"Hurry up and go to the outskirts of West City to invite Zhuangzi!"
“Here!”
The deputy general turned around and was about to leave.
"General! It looks like the enemy isn't coming for us!"
"They went west!"
At this time, the defenders on the city wall shouted.
"What?"
The Lord of Mengcheng looked around and saw that the huge chariot team turned a corner, bypassed the city and headed straight to the west.
"What are they going to do?"
The city lord's expression was a little dull.
"Perhaps he went to look for Zhuangzi?" the deputy general hesitated. "I think I saw a burly man standing on the leading chariot."
"He looks a bit like Confucius, the strongman of Lu!"
"really?"
The city lord was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head as if remembering something: "Oh, the 'Debate of the Philosophers' is almost here!"
"Confucius passed through Mengcheng to meet Zhuangzi!"
The city lord felt a surge of joy when he thought of this, and a fanatical expression appeared on his face: "I never thought that I would be able to encounter the battle of the masters in my lifetime. This is truly a great opportunity!"
The city lord turned to look at the deputy general, slapped the seal in his hand, and then said solemnly: "Defend the city!"
"I will be back soon!"
After saying that, the city lord jumped down from the city wall and chased westward.
Only the deputy general was left disheveled in the wind.
"General, I actually want to go too..."
The deputy general held the seal and looked at the fleeing city lord with resentment in his eyes.
Under the city of Meng.
When Mingyu led three thousand disciples to Zhuangzi's residence, a thin figure in gray clothes and a bamboo hat suddenly stood up.
His eyes flashed with golden light as he looked to the west.
In Wukong's eyes, the figures on the three thousand chariots all possessed an extremely pure aura, which was abundant and majestic, filling the heaven and earth.
"This is?"
Although he did not recognize the great qi, the naturally divine Wukong could see at a glance that these people were extraordinary.
At least much better than myself.
Follow and see!
He made a decision quickly.
Bang~~
Dust rose up, and the shadow was like thunder.
"Huh?"
The resentful deputy general on the city wall suddenly noticed a figure as fast as lightning appear. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with his city lord and disappeared into the sky.
"Are there any other experts?"
The deputy general was startled. Holding the seal in his hand, he looked around hurriedly, checking inside and outside the city vigilantly, fearing that someone would launch a sneak attack.
…
"How about Zi's sword?"
"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no one behind in a thousand regions!"
The Lord of Mengcheng heard this conversation. He looked at Zhuangzi in the distance and clapped his hands in admiration, "He is invincible!"
As expected of the grandmaster of our Song State, he speaks with such boldness!
"Is this invincible?"
A gray-clothed figure suddenly appeared beside the city lord. The man was thin and had a hat pulled down, so his face could not be seen clearly.
"Of course!"
The city lord sensed the light and ethereal aura of the other person, and at first glance thought it was a master who was in harmony with the Tao. However, after a closer look, the city lord discovered the clue: "It turns out to be a spirit in disguise, and the aura is not strong!"
He saw the restless tail under Wukong's gray clothes and laughed to himself. He felt that the other party had not even transformed smoothly, but actually came out to travel like this.
I really don’t know what the other elders are thinking.
Isn’t this misleading the young people?
"Which family are you from, fellow Daoist?"
The Lord of Mengcheng looked at Wukong with a friendly face, and did not feel any different emotions because he was not a human.
Tian Zhou has countless divine kingdoms with vast territories, and the human race is not the only one under the rule of each country.
Although Mengcheng is a small place with few monsters and demons, as the place where Zhuangzi was born, it is normal for foreign creatures to come here.
"Huaguo Mountain."
Wukong spoke succinctly, his eyes fixed on the two figures in the sky, and then he whispered, "Kill one person every ten steps, leaving no trace in a thousand regions! Does this kind of swordsmanship make me invincible?"
The city lord thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember where Huaguo Mountain was. He just thought it was an unknown small hill.
Hearing Wukong's question, he nodded and said, "How could I lie to you? Since you've come to Mengcheng, you should know Zhuangzi's reputation!"
"This is the Taoist Grandmaster of the Free World. How many sages of the same level as the Masters of the School of Thought can there be in this world?"
"If he is not invincible, who is?"
The city lord put his hands on his hips, raised his chin slightly, and looked very proud.
[Philosophers, sages, great masters...]
Wukong listened silently, feeling happy.
He had been traveling in the human world for several years, but this was the first time he heard a monk give such high praise to someone.
